Prologue: the slums of Carcossa (3)

"Crown me, but aren't you a bit too old for you to be handed your ass like that?"

"The hell are you doing here Bill?"

This wasn't me being agressive.

I really didn't know why and how it was that he was back at Carcossa.

"I thought you where still sailing and that you wouldn't come back untill..."

"...I came back dead in a casket?"

Sometimes I wondered if that man wasn't secretly an untainted.

"Honestly, yeah"

William "Bill" Dawn, the eldest of the brothers.

He was what people called a pirate.

Mindless idiots that offer themselves to go on expedition seeking adventure to the outer lands.

Which in Carcossa basically ment suicide.

The sea beyond the many island which formed the city was believed to be untameable.

And the lands beyond that where simply unkown, so who knows what dangers they might bring.

"See I told you, only the devil can take away my life"

I laughed histerically

"jajajaja, one day you will get yourself killed, you know that?"

"yeah, yeah says the guy who was almost beaten to death"

My laughter was represed as soon as he said that.

"How did you know?"

"Because I saw it happen"

At first I was simply reliefed to see him alive

Now I was getting angry at him.

"So you saw me get beat to a pulp and yet did nothing?"

"What?, I thought you where scheming one of those brilliant plans of yours"

"Those take time, and planning ahead"

I was just making excuses for myself.

the true reason of why I didn't was beacause I was afraid.

But I didn't want to admit that and I knew he would keep nagging me about it untill he got a real confession.

"Look, are you going to keep buging me about shit won't change, or will you take our asses home and tell Sheryll and I how the fuck is it that you are still alive?"

So I decided to change the conversation

If I have learned something, is that people can be manipulated.

They react to certain actions, words, smells, not only mentally (whether it be concious or subconcious) but in some cases physically.

And Bill had a strong ego.

Not enough to be an asshole but sufficient to care mostly for himself and a few people.

So I knew he was dying to tell us his adventures and show us all the treasure he had plundered.

"I suppose you are right, grab on"

He said while extending his hand.

I holded it and he pulled me, helping me stand up.

To which I almost tripped.

"I right, I forgot about that "silly foot" of yours"

I was born with a malformed foot.

I can live with it, but it causes me to limp when I walk, have a hard time with ballance and hurts like hell when I walk.

"It isn't that, I can walk properly now, might I remind you that my head is still spinning due to blood loss?"

I gazed down to look at my clothes.

It was covered in dirt mud, and other stains which i couldn't figure out.

I brushed my clothes with my hand as I can't afford the luxory to clean them

'Is that spit?'

"Are you sure?"

Billy said making me come back to my senses

"Shut up you idiot, lets just go home"

"Alright"